I cannot bend over his grave, He sleeps in the secret sea; Can tell that place to me. Although unseen by human eyes, And mortal know'd it not; Yet Christ knows where his body lies, ROBERT PICKERING, who was Drowned from the smack "Satisfaction," The waters flowed on every side, No chance was there to save; In affectionate remembrance of 53 years Mariner of Hull, Long time I ploughed the ocean wide, But now in harbour safe arrived From care and discontent. My anchor's cast, my sails are furled, And now I am at rest. Of all the parts throughout the world, Sailors, this is the best. Our next example is from a stone in Castle Street burial-ground, Hull, which is so is so fast decaying that already some parts of the inscription are obliterated :— Sacred to the memory of WILLIAM WALKER, r of the Sloop Janatt, . who was unfortunately drowned off Flamborough Head, 17th April, 1823. Aged 41 years. This stone was Erected by remembrance of his Death. I have left the troubled ocean, Our Saviour Christ to meet. A gravestone in Horncastle churchyard, Lincolnshire, has this epitaph : My helm was gone, My sails were rent, My mast went by the board, My hull it struck upon a rock, Receive my soul, O Lord! On a sailor's gravestone in the burial-ground at Hamilton, we are told : The seas he ploughed for twenty years, And all that time was never known To strike upon a bank or stone. Epitaphs on Musicians and Actors. A FEW epitaphs relating to music and the drama now claim our attention. Our first example is to be found in the cathedral at Norwich : Here WILLIAM INGLOTT, organist, doth rest, He past on organ, song, and virginall. He left this life at age of sixty-seven, And now 'mongst angels all sings St. in Heaven; Buried the last day of December, 1621. This erected the 15th day of June, 1622. In Wakefield Parish Church a tablet bears an inscription as follows: In memory of HENRY CLEMETSHAW, upwards of fifty years organist of this church, who died May 7, 1821, aged 68 years. Now, like an organ, robb'd of pipes and breath, Its keys and stops are useless made by death, Tho' mute and motionless in ruins laid; Yet when re-built, by more than mortal aid, This instrument, new voiced, and tuned, shall raise, We copy the following from a monument in Holy Trinity Church, Hull : In memory of GEORGE LAMBERT, late Organist of this Church, performing its duties with ability This Tablet is erected by his Musical and private Friends, and Minerva Lodges of Free Masons of this Town That they might place on record of his personal and professional merit. Tho' like an Organ now in ruins laid, From a churchyard in Wales we obtain the following curious epitaph on an organ blower :— Under this stone lies MEREdith Morgan, No puffer was he, though a capital blower; He could blow double G., and now lies a note lower. Our next epitaph records the death of a fiddler, who appears to have been so much attached to his wife that upon the day of her death he, too, yielded to the grim tyrant. Of this pair, buried in Flixton churchyard, it may be truly said: "In life united, and in death not parted." The inscription is as follows: To the Memory of JOHN BOOTH, of Flixton, who died 16th March, 1778, aged 43 years; on the same day and within a few hours of the death of his wife HANNAH, who was buried with him in the same grave, leaving seven children behind them. Reader, have patience, for a Moment Stay, Nor grudge the Tribute of a friendly tear, Suspended now his fiddle lies asleep, That once with Musick us'd to charm the Ear. Not for his Hannah long reserv'd to weep, John yields to Fate with his companion dear. So tenderly he loved his dearer part, His Fondness could not bear a stay behind; |